Friday, 19 February 2010
last chance to dance
aw gee it isn't even tomorrow night yet (i know it can't be cos i'm sober) and the requests are getting knocked all ready. and i've been practicing all my 'yeah yeah sweetheart it's comin up later' and 'anything for you darlin' and 'next record really next record i promise' skills glommed from a teenage lifetime of dj brush offs. 'played it already dear you must've missed it'. musn't forget that one. so for mick here's...
barbara mason - world in crisis
...played it already dear you must've missed it.
and if you find yourself in need of even more badly spelt atrociously punctuated nonsense with a mighty tune at the end of it i'm the guest of the ever rockin planet mondo this very friday. today. right now.
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Cheers for your leg-shaking selection Ally - I owe you a pint of Samuel Smiths finest - x
Ah I wish I was in London so I could ask you to play some ABBA or something!
Hope it goes well!
i'm just waiting for 'can you play something good'
From my dj days the question that I will never forget was "have you got My Guy by Mary Wells, and what are doing afterwards?" - this from a guy, and I'm not that way inclining. I was never one of those djs that talked a lot, but that left me speechless.
"Can you play something good" was a popular one with me too!
I'm sure you'll whip the dancefloor into a frenzy Ally, sorry i can't be there.
When are you on Miss A? I mean, have you got the warm-up slot when no-one dances, the difficult middle section, or the hands in the air frugfest at the end??
hopefully a bit of all of them - an early half hour and then a bit more a bit later but not that later or there'll be even more uselessness than you can imagine
I was once in a Country & Western club in Florida and in my drunken state thought it would be funny to ask the DJ if he had any James Brown. So I went up to the DJ booth where the guy was sitting with his back to me wearing a bit stetson and shouted out "Have you got any James Brown?" He turned around and... he was black!
He gave me a filthy look and I muttered something about not implying anything and sloped off sharpish.
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